Reaver: Cole, why did you keep avoiding the challenges that I kept placing in front of you? I kept placing the gaunlet down in front of you and you kept avoiding it-why? WHY?! Are you afraid of a newcomer to EWI? Are you afraid of someone you know will take that title from you? Next week on Heatwave, Cole-me and you for that title in a "Submission" match, there's nothing like a good old fashion submission match between enemies, true and before you think that you can get out of it...
(The Reaver picks up Cole again and then hits the "Death Warrant" again through a table that was set up next to them. The Reaver then stomps Steele hard in the stomach before being handed the mic again by Kelly who is smiling)
Reaver: Cole, next week-me and you for the EWI Interconitental Title or you'll have more of this to face later. Quote the Reaver...FOREVERMORE!!!
(The Reaver does his signature pose for a moment before tossing the mic onto Cole's chest and walking away with Kelly as the screen fades to black.)
{The camera flips on backstage, it pans the area. A large pile of cable and padding lies to the left. Two spare rings lay disassembled against the right hand wall. A small crowd of people has gathered down towards the end of the hall. Gradually, the camera closes in on them. The group slowly becomes discerable to the viewer. The SSN A-Team is having a little team meeting, and coach Gottfried doesn't seem pleased with his team.}
Gottfried: It has come to my attention that some of you are not happy with SSN. It has also come to my attention that some of you may have been contracted by Gemini to sell us out. I want the cowardly, backstabbing fools that have done this to step forward. I will personally release you from your contract and you will no longer be a part of SSN. Far be it from me to stand in the way of any moron that wants to leave the most successfull unit to ever grace the SSN.
Sky Suicide: Marcus, what are you talking about?
Gottfried: Don't play dumb Sky. Is it you? You seemed pretty lippy at the last team meeting. Are you the one looking to stab me in the back?
Sky Suicide: Marcus, I resent that crap. I love working with Eddy and I love working with SSN. I've always been a team player and so is everyone else here. Where are you coming up with this stuff?
Saul: Gemini has been boasting about it all week Sky. He was talking to an A-Team member on the phone in this arena no less than a couple of hours ago. We know someone has sold us out Sky...
Kin Hiroshi: Wait one moment please. Is Gemini not... insane? How can you take his word over ours? Have we not done everything that has been asked of us?
Gottfried: Look muffin boy, we practically handed you the TV title on a silver platter, and you proceeded to lose it to a EWI jobber less than two weeks later! You are right on the bubble Kin! And I am sick of these bloody MUFFINS!
Saul: Look, gentlemen, it's possible that this is all a trick by Gemini to turn us all against each other. It may very well be. But he really isn't the one for headgames...
Trypp: Are you kidding me? Did you miss how he played Striker like a violin with that whole alien invasion thing? For crying out loud! Gemini played the X-files theme and Striker nearly pissed his pants! And what about that matchup he had with Commando a while back? Gemini plays headgames as good as anyone here Saul! He plays them better than two people combined!
Lehew: Uh... exactly.
Sky: Shut up rookie! Eddy was right! What the hell have you done since you joined up with us?
{Sky gets right into Chriss's face, Lehew seems rather shocked. Saul quickly steps in between the two men to seperate them.}
Saul: Alright, enough. ENOUGH. Now here it is. Some of you gjuys I have zero doubts about. Some of you guys have me wondering. And some of you guys are practically riding on the god damned bubble! So here it is. If you want out, you say it right here, right now. And you can leave. No reprecussions, no punishments. Nothing. But if you stay with SSN... if you stay with the SSN and SCREW us tonight, well, gentlemen...
(Saul raises his arms and opens his hands in an indecipherable, yet vaguely intimidating gesture. He shakes his head almost imperceptably.)
Saul:... then gentlemen, I would say that that would be a very ... foolish career decision.
Gottfried: Forget foolish Saul. More like fatal. Every one of you jokes are on notice as of now. Suck it up, get it done or I'll cut you all loose faster than you can imagine!
187: Yeah... and I'll be da one dat does da cuttin!
{Gottfried turns and glares at 187. The smiling big man suddenly stops smiling as he sees his bosses boss glaring at him. He nervously shuffles his feet while Gottfried stares a hole through him.}
Gottfried: And you... you lummox... Eddy was right! Where were you when Dan Ryan was having his fun? You're supposed to be our bodyguard! Our enforcer! But frankly, I'm begining to doubt you even have the qualifications to be a parking valet! If anybody is hanging by a thread in this organisation it's YOU!
{Gottfried abruptly turns and storms away. The stunned group of SSN wrestlers watches him go with shocked expressions on their faces. Saul watches him stomp away, then turns back to the group.}
Saul: Gentlemen, the time has come to prove your worth. Because the man that signs your cheques has just told the whole bunch of you that he is not impressed with any of your performances. So I suggest you either step it up... or step off. Because after tonight, we will clean house if we have to. Got it?
(Saul takes a minute to look at each wrestler individually, some look nervous, others look angry and a couple even look confused.. but none look very happy.)
BS: Well, it certainly hasn't been a happy day for the SSN, but that seems to be a good thing.
GM: Biting the hand that feeds you?
BS: Erik Zieba is my friend, not to mention that he signed me. I'm loyal to him.
GM: Eh, you need to realize that the Erik Zieba way of doing things is over.
BS: I'll have you know...
{Cue Up: Marilyn Manson, Beautiful People. There is a thunderous display of pyro, and Gemini appears at the top of the ramp. His makeup is pristine, his tights glossy and new, only his battlescarred boots hint at the savagery that this human being has dealt and endured. Gemini strides smoothly down to the ring, sliding effortlessly under the ring ropes and popping back to his feet like a hungry animal. He paces back and forth briefly in the ring, then motions for a microphone. A nearby tech tosses him one and Gemini snags it out of the air smoothly.}
Gemini: for months, we have been the red headed stepchild in this fed. No matches, no paycheques, no travel fare and no respect. For months, this crew of SSN toadies has hounded us, attacked us and tried to drive us away from this federation. For months we've scraped and struggled to stay, fighting in the independants, in Japan, and in the few meager matches that SSN has seen fit to hand us, and of course, we had the King of the Cage tournement.
Gemini: Now usually, we would advocate leaving a federation that seems bound and determined to screw us over. It just doesn't make sense to try and work for a company that does not want you. By all rights, we should have packed our bags and left. Yes, that does seem like the sane and sensible thing to do, doesn't it.
(Gemini lowers the mike and and gestures to the crowd. They cheer wildly. He smirks and continues.)
Gemini: Fortunately, we were never blessed with a great deal of common sense. And if you really think that sanity is one of our strong suits... well, think again. That is how it came to pass that when SSN said that they didn't want us, we said to SSN in very plain english...
(Gemini stops and takes in a very deep breath.)
Gemini: SCREWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! YOU!
(The crowd pops insanely for the longwinded insult. Gemini smiles and acknowledges the rabid crowd, then continues.)
Gemini: Now Eddy Love, you may very well be the best god damned technical wrestler that ever lived. You may be the SSN champion. You may have been born with a beautiful body, a perfect face and a natural talent for wrestling, but tonight you got us to deal with in this ring. And let us tell you this Eduardo, tonight we are taking you down. Tonight we are taking you apart. Tonight your perfect little life comes to an abrupt halt because tonight, Eddy Loveless pile of crap, tonight GEMINI GETS ALL THE PAYBACK WE EVER WANTED!!! AND WHEN WE'RE DONE BREAKING YOU IN HALF WE'LL TAKE THAT BELT AND JAM IT RIGHT DOWN MARCUS GOTTFRIEDS THROAT!
{"Beautiful People" plays once again as Gemini heads backstage.}
BS: Gemini looks good and ready for tonight's main event against Eddy Love.
GM: Bah! Eddy Love is the man here in the SSN/EWI. Gemini is just some lucky freak.
BS: Sure he is, Garrett. Up next is our Intercontinental title match. SSN representative and current champion, Cole Steele, will defend against challenger, Keith Rotten. We saw earlier that the Reaver attacked Cole Steele in the back. You have to wonder if that will have any effect on the match.
GM: Keith Rotten is determined to win the title, but the SSN is determined to keep it. Reaver's attack could well be an important factor on who walks out of here the winner.
BS: That match is up next!
INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE
"The People's Choice" Cole Steele vs.
"The Clash" Keith Rotten
6'2", 232 lbs. | 6'3", 237 lbs.
Cleveland, OH | Manchester, England
"The Imperial March" - Metallica |
"Anarchy in the U.K." - Sex Pistols
The lights dim as 'Anarchy in the UK' by the Sex Pistols cues up. The crowd boos, nearly drowning out the music, as Keith Rotten strides in from behind the curtain.
BS: Rotten has been asking for this match for a long time, and tonight he gets exactly what he wanted: he gets Cole Steele
GM: He's not worthy of this match.
The boos Rotten receive however, are miniscule in comparison to those that sound through the arena as Cole Steele appears at the top of the ramp, the IC Title across his shoulder. Steele watches the crowd for a short amount of time, holding his head but smirking, then continues down the ramp. When he reaches the ring, he hands the title belt to the ref, and turns to face his opponent, Rotten. Rotten spits in his face, saying something inaudible.
GM: He can't do that!
BS: He just did, Gary!
Cole wipes the saliva from his eyes, a stoic frown upon his face, and moves to lock up with Rotten. As the bell sounds, Steele gains the upper hand, snap suplexing Rotten to the canvas with a thud.
GM: This is where the rookies are separated from the pros
Steele pulls Rotten up to his feet, stuns him with a punch to the face and runs toward the ropes, bouncing off with a lariat that sends the Englishman face first into the mat. Before Rotten can get back up, Steele leaps into the air, landing upon Rotten's back with a leg drop, driving 'The Clash's face further into the mat
BS: The Champion is DOMINATING Rotten in the ring!
GM: What'd I tell you? Steele's got this one in the bag.
BS: That remains to be seen
Rotten manages to get to his feet first, dazed by Steele's onslaught. Cole grabs Rotten, trying for a DDT, but Keith reverses it into a backdrop, sending Steele into the turnbuckles. Rotten climbs the turnbuckle, setting up a tornado DDT, but Steele reverses THAT, sending the English native flying to the center of the ring, landing with a 'clash'.
BS: One can't argue that Steele IS a master technician.
GM: That he is.
BS: Though his out-of-the-ring attitude leaves much to be desired.
GM: You're just jealous that he makes more money than you.
Steele mounts the top turnbuckle, smirking to the capacity crowd before flying off with a moonsault onto the prone Rotten, but Keith gets his knees up and drives them into Cole's midsection, sending the Champion rolling across the ring.
BS: Rotten gets the knees up! This could be the break the Challenger needs!
GM: Ugh
Rotten crawls to his feet, still a bit dazed, and walks over to the 'The People's Choice', pulling him up by the hair before locking on a sleeper hold.
GM: BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!
Rotten screams at Steele as he tightens the hold, yelling for him to submit. With a look of fiery determination, Steele does not give up, fighting against the hold. After a few moments, Rotten looks on with disbelief as Steele hasn't given up.
BS: Rotten can't believe it
GM: Yeah...Them SSNites are the best of the best. A simple sleeper wont do anything to them.
Steele takes a deep breath, then drives his elbow
into Rotten's chest, then again, then again, until the hold is broken.
Rotten lets go of the hold, Steele exploding into him as soon as he does
so with a spear. Steele starts laying right hands into the fallen Rotten
as "Burn" by NIN cues up and The Reaver walks smirking down the ramp. Steele
briefly glances at him, eyes
narrowed, before jerking Rotten back to his feet.
GM: What the hell is HE doing here?
BS: The Reaver attacked Cole earlier in the show, and it looks like he wants more!
GM: That man has a death wish.
Steele starts laying into 'The Clash' with right hands as The Reaver slowly makes his way down to ringside, waving slightly at Steele. Steele turns to look at The Reaver, giving Rotten the time he needs to turn the tables.
GM: Someone get Mr. Reaver away from the ring!
BS: But look, Rotten is capitalizing on Steele's distraction!
GM: Exactly!
Rotten nails a reverse DDT, following up with a fist drop into Steele's sternum. Wasting no time, Rotten leaps on top of Steele, brutally assaulting him with rights and lefts. Steele takes the abuse for a little while, then drives his knee directly into Rotten's groin. Rotten rolls off, clutching his nether regions, Steele leaping to his feet.
BS: BLATANT low blow from Cole Steele!
The ref, distracted with The Reaver, doesn't notice Steele's low-blow. Steele grabs Rotten and lifts him high into the air, slamming him down with a reverse brainbuster.
GM: He'll be feelin' THAT in the morning
BS: Uh-huh.
Rotten bounces across the ring, stunned, and Steele turns to look at the Reaver who yells something. Rotten gets up while Steele's back is turned, and lays into Steele with punches, again. Steele turns, in a daze, and gets 'Punked Out' (Spinning neckbreaker).
GM: NO!
BS: Rotten hits his finisher! This doesn't bode well for the Champ!
Suddenly, "Freedom Fighter" Marc Robinson leaps
out of the crowd, steel chair in hand. As The Reaver leaps onto the ring
apron, yelling at the fallen Cole Steele, Robinson slams the chair into
"The Suicide Machine"'s back. While Robinson and Reaver fight it out on
the ring apron, Rotten rolls Steele up. 1...2...3, it's over.
WINNER: "The Clash" Keith Rotten (new Intercontinental champion)
GM: NO!! HE CHEATED! UNFAIR! REMATCH!
BS: Too late! We have a new champion!
The fight spills into the ring as Keith Rotten leaves, his new IC Title in hand. Reaver dropkicks Robinson in the head, only to get a neckbreaker from a recovered Cole Steele.
BS: Will somebody get these men under control?
Steele begins stomping The Reaver into the mat with new intensity. Robinson gets to his feet and lays into Steele with right and left hands. Suddenly, "SSN Rookie Sensation" Chris Lehew bolts down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Lehew grabs Robinson by the throat and tosses him out of the ring, nodding to Steele.
GM: Lehew and Steele CLEAN HOUSE!
BS: No kidding.
Steele finishes stomping Reaver, leaving him in a bloody heap, then Lehew and Steele leave the ring, walking up the ramp as Reaver and Robinson recover, then fight amongst themselves until security runs out to break them up.
BS: What does this mean?!
GM: I...I don't know. From all appearances, Lehew's done with SSN, but he's helping Cole Steele.
BS: This is something we'll hopefully learn more about. Up next is a special 4-on-3 elimination featuring Manifest Destiny taking on the Nu Nation Revolution as well as "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson.
GM: This is a farce, and Manifest Destiny should be allowed to pick another partner.
BS: They should have thought of that before they attacked Sampson. They had to know he wasn't going to simply allow them to attack him and leave it at that.
GM: Yeah, well, he'll learn tonight.
BS: Let's go to the ring.
(Abruptly "Can't get enough of your love" By Barry
White kicks in as the lights dim down to mood lighting and swirling colors
run throughout the arena via spotlights. A big spotlight goes around
in a circle as Barry White says his low intro. As the beat kicks
in the big spotlight shines on the entrance as Ted Givler walks out onto
the walkway. He puts one arm out
front, and rests one on his hip then dances as
if he was riding something. The arm in front slapping at nothing
in front of him occasionaly. the lyrics "all the guys......can't
get enough of yo' love" are said as Ted stops dancing and starts walking
down the walkway with a confident dance-like stride. The music fades
and the lights turn back all the way up as Givler enters the ring and takes
out a microphone.)
Ted Givler: Welcome to the greatest event in all of your short pointless meaningless inpertinent little lives. Welcome to a Manifest Destiny SHOW! Before we bring out the main attractions I'll be introducing to you some new comers. Now.....they are the newest thing to hit religion and wrestling at the same time since the Amish-taker and his chicken plucking. The corrupted Rabbi Brian, and the man with a gimmick about as original as someone calling themselves the "Nu-Nation Revolution"......All my people say STOMP for....... sign-guy jew-barry, they are....TWO.....JEWS.....WITH.....ATTITUDE!!!!!!!!
(The corrupted Rabbi Brian and Sign guy jew-barry walk down to the ring with no music. jew-barry holds up a sign that reads "I snatched this from dudleyz, lodi snatched it from me!". Rabbi Brian carries a blow-up doll.)
Ted Givler: Rabbi Brian I see you've brought a guest with you tonight.....who is your lovely escort?
Rabbi Brian: I have with me tonight the lady most known for smiling like a donut.....Nikki Rox
Ted Givler: Nikki Rox? The girl's mouth never leaves the circular position!
Rabbi Brian: Yep, that's the one.
(jew-barry holds up a sign that "Nikki's a sock cucker")
BS: Oh, this is just in very poor taste.
Ted Givler: Well I hope you and Nikki will have fun at ringside. (Ted winks.) NOW, to the main attraction. Introcuting first, hailing from Fayettville, North Carolina.....being accompanied to the ring by the lucious and vicious Casey......standing at a full 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing in at 275 pounds. The master of the nose dive, and former World Champion......"The Commando".....ALAN TASKER!!!!
(Cue up: "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns &
Roses as pyro goes off simulating bombs dropping Casey is seen walking
down the rampway but no Tasker. Casey
gets in the ring when suddenly Commando drops
from the sky on a rip cord with pyro going off to the sides of him.)
Ted Givler: Welcome to the show Alan. At this point I'd like to anounce that ALL participants of todays Pay Per View spectacular will recieve some serious H*** from Nikki Rox as a door prize. NOW! Hailing from the town of San Antonio Texas, standing at an intimidating 7'2" weighing in at 420, being accompanied by fellow MD member Nemesis. LONE WULF!!!!!!!!!!
(The lights to the arena go dead, "Broken Home"
starts up slowly as strobe lights light up the arena turning on on the
down beats. Pyro lights up the entire arena in intense light briefly
as the hard beat finaly comes in and you can see Nemesis and Lone Wulf's
figure walking out from behind the curtain. They stands there breathing
heavily between the two huge flames coming out of the platform. Bright
lights of red, green, blue, and gold shine with the hard guitar riffs,
reflecting off of Nemesis and Lone Wulf's frames. When "truth" is
screamed the flames shoot out even more. The flames die down as "Broken
Home" starts in the chorus again and Lone Wulf and Nemesis begins to walk
down the runway as the strobe lights begin to light up the arena on the
down beats again. Lone Wulf and Nemesis makes it up to
the ring side as the lyrics "but does my father
even care" are said, and steps over the ropes and walks to the center of
the ring. Flames shoot out of each turnbuckle as the lyrics "did the same
to you" are screamed, and the lights to the arena finally turn on, and
the song slowly fades away and silence contains the arena.)
Ted Givler: Welcome to the show guys.....Now, a lot of rumors have said you've been pretty busy in the back tonight. Care to comment?
Lone Wulf: Just think of it as leveling the playing field Ted. They put us in a handicap match, so we decided to take a few shots at the opposing team. Don't worry though, we've saved the real punishment for the match.
Ted Givler: True sportsmanship. But don't you care about what others will think about this?
Nemesis: We have a saying....(clears throat.) F*** 'em. NNR hasn't learned there lesson yet and we plan on punishing him to the full extent of MD laws, which all involve a severe beating.....'specially around the eyes. (to ted) I did a good beating job around the eyes.
Ted Givler: Glad to hear it! Now BRING ON THE ENTERTAINMENT....I mean the CHALLENGERS to MD's threat to humanity!
4-ON-3 ELIMINATION MATCH
Manifest Destiny vs. Nu Nation Revolution
& Rob Sampson
Combined Weight: 854 lbs. |
Combined Weight: 1031 lbs.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here to play the entrance music for the members of the Nu Nation Revolution are contemporary stars, Skillet, with their smash single, "Dive Over In!"
Skillet begins to play as Hellfighter, Ozzy, and Jimi Sinister all make their way out from the back and hit the ring quickly. All six men begin fighting and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
GM: They're starting the match without Rob Sampson?
BS: Does it look like they have a choice?
Hellfighter clothesline Commando over the top rope, while Ozzy dropkicks Lone Wulf and sends him through the ropes to the outside. Jimi Sinister and Nemesis remain in the ring. Nemesis reverses an Irish whip and sets himself for a back drop, but Sinister nails a swinging neck breaker. He covers, but only gets a one-count. Nemesis reverses a vertical suplex attempt and makes the tag to Lone Wulf. Nemesis and Wulf nail a double elbowdrop and Wulf covers but suddenly the lights go down.
GM: What's going on??
BS: I have no idea, Garrett.
The fans unleash a deafening roar of approval as Clawfinger's "Biggest and the Best" begins to play. The lights come up and Rob Sampson is standing in the ring.
BS: Rob Sampson has arrived!
GM: Dammit. I was hoping he wouldn't show!
Wulf, unaware that Sampson is behind him, pulls Sinister up to his feet and goes for a chokeslam, but Sampson unleashes a Show Stopper that Wulf manages to evade at the last moment and it connects with Jimi Sinister instead. Nemesis and Commando run interference as Wulf makes the cover to score the first elimination of the match.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, Jimi Sinister has been ELIMINATED!!
BS: A big miscue by Sampson, and now the sides are all even, Gary Mac.
GM: They should have been all along, but Sampson had to stick his nose in!
The crowd boos as Sampson shrugs in somewhat apologetic manner and steps out onto the apron. Hellfighter comes into the ring opposite Lone Wulf. The two men lock and Hellfighter backs Wulf into a corner. He takes him up and over with a release belly-to-belly suplex, but Wulf lands hear his corner and tags in Commando. Hellfighter boots Commando in the midsection and whips him to the ropes immediately. Commando ducks a clothesline but Hellfighter nails a back elbow on the rebound and follows up with a back suplex. Tag to Ozzy. Ozzy waits for Commando to stand up and then enters the ring by jumping off the rope and nailing him with a flying axhandle. He covers: one, two...Nemesis makes the save.
BS: Manifest Destiny are certainly working well together.
GM: What, you expected otherwise?
Ozzy nails a Western lariat on Commando and follows up with a falling headbutt for two. Both men get back to their feet and Commando reverses an Irish whip, catching Ozzy with a spinning hook kick on the rebound. He covers and gets two from it. Commando follows up with a pumphandle suplex and tags in Nemesis.
BS: Nemesis enters the match now and he just slapped Sampson in the face!!
GM: Ha!! I love it!!
BS: Sampson wants in, but the referee is blocking his path. Hellfighter's trying to talk some sense into him, but I don't think Sampson cares to hear what he has to say.
Sampson finally steps back out onto the apron, but the distraction has given Ozzy time to recover. He boots Commando in the midsection and follows up with a powerslam suplex. He heads up to the top rope quickly, but before he can leap off, Sampson reaches up and tags himself into the match.
GM: Did you see that?? Sampson doesn't even respect his partners for crying out loud!
Ozzy looks visibly angry but climbs back down onto the apron as Samson enters the ring. Sampson executes a corkscrew legdrop but doesn't cover, instead opting to rush Manifest Destiny's corner and punch each man off the apron. Commando gets to his feet and tries to clothesline Sampson, but he ducks under it and catches Commando with a hangman's neckbreaker.
BS: Beautiful execution on that neckbreaker by the former Federation champion!
GM: Yeah, former! He'll never be a champion again I hope!
Nemesis and Lone Wulf run into the ring, prompting Hellfighter and Ozzy to do the same and an all-out brawl ensues. Punches and kicks are dished out by all until finally the referee restores order. Commando tags out to Lone Wulf, but Sampson is right there, catching Lone Wulf with a head-and-arm suplex, getting a two-count from it.
BS: Sampson seems reluctant to tag his partners in! That's not very smart in my opinion.
A corkscrew legdrop from Sampson misses the mark and Lone Wulf takes control. He whips Sampson to the ropes and nails a stiff clothesline, sending Sampson down to the mat. Wulf wastes no time in pulling him up into a standing head scissors and he nails a jumping piledriver. He covers: one, two...foot on the ropes. Lone Wulf, believing that should have been it for Sampson, starts arguing with the referee. The referee doesn't back down and the argument heats up, allowing Sampson the time to get to his feet. Finally the referee tells Wulf to wrestle or leave and Wulf turns around just in time to take a Show Stopper to the face. Sampson quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Hellfighter. Hellfighter enters the ring and nails a devastating backdrop driver on Lone Wulf. He covers and Ozzy runs in to stop Manifest Destiny from breaking it up, allowing Hellfighter to score the three-count.
RA: Lone Wulf has been ELIMINATED!
As Nemesis enters the ring, Hellfighter tags out to Ozzy. Ozzy rushes in and tackles Nemesis to the mat, pounding him with right hands until the referee forces a break. Nemesis comes up with a low blow. He then whips Ozzy to the corner and kicks him down into a sitting position. The crowd boos heavily as Nemesis crosses to the opposite corner and then gets a running start, jumping into Ozzy with a bronco buster in the corner. Rob Sampson quickly rushes over to the corner, grabs Nemesis by the head, and pounds his head into the turnbuckle, allowing Ozzy the chance to turn into a sunset flip for a two-count.
BS: Manifest Destiny certainly seem to be working together better, but Sampson is showing signs of teamwork here now.
GM: It won't last. Not with that prima donna.
Ozzy whips Nemesis to the ropes and catches him with a Rydeen Bomb on the rebound. The referee counts: one, two...Commando makes the save. Ozzy takes issue with Commando running in for the save and Nemesis wastes no time in coming from behind and locking him in the High Times. The referee checks in for a submission but Ozzy continues to fight the hold.
BS: Ozzy's got to escape this hold or he'll be out of this match in no time!
Finally having enough, Hellfighter climbs into the ring and the referee goes over to tell him to leave. Commando enters the ring and he and Nemesis execute a double team shoulder breaker. Hellfighter goes back out onto the apron as Nemesis re-applies the High Times and Ozzy quickly submits.
BA: Ozzy has been eliminated from the match!!
GM: Hey Sanders, why didn't Rob help Ozzy out?
BS: I don't know, Garrett. Hellfighter tried and look what happened, so maybe Sampson knew better.
GM: Uh huh. Right.
Hellfighter enters the ring as Nemesis tags in Commando. The two men lock up and Hellfighter easily muscles Commando up for belly-to-belly suplex and gets one from it. Both men get back to their feet and Hellfighter uses a go-behind to catch Commando in a waistlock. He takes him down with an amateur-style takedown and then converts into an armbar.
BS: Nice chain wrestling there from Hellfighter. He's very effective with it, being a big man and all.
Commando gets to the ropes and rolls to the outside when Hellfighter releases it. Hellfighter walks to his corner and reaches out his hand. Sampson looks to the crowd for approval and tags in when they pop loudly. Sampson steps into the ring and looks at Commando with a smirk on his face. Commando goes into a fit of rage on the outside and Nemesis steps down to try and calm him.
BS: I get the impression that Commando does not want to be in there with Rob Sampson for some reason!
GM: No way. Commando can take him!
Commando and Nemesis confer on the outside but Sampson proceeds to break it up by running across the ring and nailing a springboard plancha on both men, much to the crowd's delight. Sampson stands up and soaks up the cheers before grabbing Commando and throwing him into the ring. He then ascends to the top rope and nails a picture-perfect frog splash and gets two-and-a-half from it. "Mr. Main Event" takes Commando to a neutral corner and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the building.
BS: Good lord. Those chops are positively lethal!
Commando reverses a cross-corner whip by Sampson and Sampson goes hard into the turnbuckle. He stumbles out of the corner and Commando boots him in the midsection. He follows up with a pumphandle slam and gets two from it. Tag to Nemesis. Commando uses a Tombstone piledriver to put Sampson in position for a split-legged moonsault by Nemesis. The referee counts: one, two, thr...Hellfighter makes the save.
BS: Close call for Sampson, but Hellfighter saves his only partner left in the match!
GM: Bah! Shoulda let him get pinned!
Nemesis takes Sampson to a neutral corner and climbs up on the second turnbuckle. He goes for a tornado DDT but Sampson hangs and gets a big pop from the crowd by turning it into a Northern Lights suplex. The referee counts: one, two, thr...Nemesis gets a shoulder up at the last second.
BS: Sampson almost eliminanted Nemesis right there! What a reversal!
Sampson signals for Hellfighter to throw him a chair and Hellfighter drops down from the apron to grab one. He slides it into the ring and Sampson grabs it. Nemesis stands up and Sampson throws the chair to him, with Nemesis catching it on instinct. Samspon then takes a step back and unleashes the Show Stopper, ramming the chair into Nemesis' face.
GM: That should be a DQ!!
BS: As far as I know, Garrett, there are no DQs. It's just been a relatively clean matach up until now.
GM: Leave it to Sampson to pull something like that first!
Sampson opts not to cover Nemesis, instead dragging him to his corner and locking in the Glass Ceiling. Nemesis tries to escape the hold, but Sampson kneels down, cinching it in even further. Commando enters the ring to break it up, but Hellfighter quickly runs interference for his team, and with no other alternative in sight, Nemesis taps out to the hold.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, NEMESIS has been ELIMINATED!!
Commando, looking like a deer caught in headlights, suddenly realizes he's all alone. He locks up with Hellfighter, but quickly rakes his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Commando goes over and punches Sampson down off the apron and then goes back to work on Hellfighter. He nails a DDT ont the chair Sampson had brought into the ring and gets two from it before Hellfighter gets a foot on the rope. Frustrated, Commando pulls Hellfighter and executes a Samoan Drop on him.
GM: Samoan Drop, BAYBEE!!! Hellfighter's about to go bye-bye!!
Commando places the chair in the center of the ring and then draws his thumb across his throat, signifying that it's about to be over for Hellfighter. He pulls Hellfighter to his feet and attempts the Nose Dive but Hellfighter instead picks Commando up on his shoulder and converts into the T-Bar Drop, with both men landing in Hellfighter's corner. Sampson reaches in and tags Hellfighter out. He quickly enters the ring and pulls Commando up into a torture rack.
BS: Could this be it? YES!!! IT IS!!! The Headliner on Commando!!!
GM: G<beep> Dammit!!! NOOOOOO!!!!
Sampson nails the Headliner, spiking Commando's head into the mat and quickly covers. The referee counts: one, two, three.
BS: Sampson and Hellfighter survive the
match!!! What a match!!!
SURVIVORS: "Hellfighter" Michael Patrick Schultz and "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson
BS: Hellfighter seems extremely happy with the victory and offers his hand to Sampson...and Sampson shakes it!!
GM: Ugh. This makes me sick.
BS: Sampson raises Hellfighter's hand in victory and what a...GOOD GOD!!! Sampson just leveled Hellfighter with a Show Stopper!!!
GM: Here come Ozzy and Jimi Sinister!
[Ozzy and Sinister hit the ring and Sampson quickly rolls out. He asks for the house microphone and addresses the three men in the ring.]
RS: Boys, it's nothing personal, really. You were just an end to my means. Just like the announcers said...this was ONE NIGHT ONLY.
BS: Well, I'm all out of sorts after seeing that.
GM: Typical Rob Sampson.
BS: Coming up next, the Number One Contendership to the Tag Team Titles will be decided in a Triple Threat match!
GM: Oh man, I don't know how they're gonna contain these six guys in the same ring at the same time!
BS: There's only one way to find out, Gary!
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH
The Motor City Maniacs vs. The Dark
Carnival vs. The Thrill Killas
Combined Weight: 556 lbs. |
Combined Weight: 636 lbs. | Combined Weight: 460
lbs.
Detroit, MI | Chicago, IL & White
Sands, NM | Coolsville, USA
"One Step Closer" - Linkin Park |
"Play With Me" - Insane Clown Posse | "We're Not Gonna Take
It" - Bif Naked
The harsh opening chords of "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park crank up, the Pepsi Center rising to its feet with a chorus of boos for the former EWI Tag Team Champions, The Motor City Maniacs. Ripper and Max seem less than pleased at the crowd's reaction, flipping a few of them off.
BS: Here come the Maniacs, representing the newly re-formed HoA.
The Maniacs exchange brief words in the ring as "Play With Me" by Insane Clown Posse cues up, and Kevin Powers, appearing at the top of the ramp, is met by a thunderous ovation from the capacity crowd. He saunters down the walkway, followed by Roseanne Fairhurst, stopping halfway down and points behind him. Suddenly, "Fearless" by ICP begins to play, several blue pyro fountains going off as Apocalypse strides down as well, accompanied by Miso.
BS: Every man, woman, and child here is on their feet for the Dark Carnival!
GM: Uh, I'm not, Sanders.
BS: Killjoy.
As the Dark Carnival paces around the ring, locking eyes with the Motor City Maniacs, "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Bif Naked starts up and the Thrill Killas run down the ramp toward the Maniacs in the ring, but are blind-sided by Kevin Powers and Apocalypse who hit stereo clotheslines on the boys for Coolsville!
GM: Oh for Pete's sake the match hasn't even started yet and Powers is fighting dirty.
In an impressive show of strength, Kevin Powers lifts Big Thrilla up over his head and presses him into the ring, where he connects with the canvas with a thud.
BS: Wow!
Apocalypse jerks Bump Daddy J into the ring by the hair and the bell sounds, all six men tearing into each other.
GM: Come on ref, show some muscle!
BS: Why don't you go up there and help him, big guy?
GM: Ya know, I would, but I've got this bad charlie horse...
Amazingly enough, the referee manages to get The Dark Carnival, Max Mayhem, and Big Thrilla out of the ring, leaving Ripper Robertson to duel with Bump Daddy J.
BS: Let me remind the fans at home that in this elimation match, two men will compete in the ring at a time, and you may tag in anyone, they need not be from your team.
GM: If we're done with the remedial wrestling lessons, can we call the match now?
BS: Certainly.
Ripper charges forward, looking to deck Bump Daddy with a short-arm clothesline, but he sidesteps the move, tripping the HoA member.
BS: Bump Daddy is going to have to use his speed here if he wants to stand a chance against the much larger Ripper Robertson.
BDJ bounces off the ropes and aims a leg drop at the small of Robertson's back, but Ripper rolls out of the way, catching Bump Daddy in a sleeper hold. He wrenches on his grip for a while before slamming the Thrill Killa to the mat. With a sneer, Ripper tags in Max Mayhem, who swiftly mounts the turnbuckles, leaping off with a senton back splash onto the fallen Bump Daddy J.
GM: And the Maniacs are DOMINATING this match so far!
BS: Ah, but it has only just begun.
Mayhem goes for a cover, but Kevin Powers runs into the ring, driving his boot into Max's skull. The ref forces Powers out of the ring as Mayhem lifts Bump Daddy up. He tries for a suplex, but BDJ knees him in the stomach and nails a double-arm DDT.
BS: The tides have turned, and Bump Daddy makes the tag to his partner!
Max Mayhem is getting to his feet as Thrill Killa climbs the ring post and flies off with a top-rope flying clothesline.
GM: The Stage Dive!
Mayhem scouts the move perfectly, and drops to his chest, sending Killa sprawling face first into the mat. Running off the momentum of his fall, Thrill Killa bounces to his feet, stumbling around the ring.
BS: I don't think Thrill Killa knows where he is!
GM: Speaking of making tags, it looks like he needs to tag Bump Daddy back in!
Killa stumbles into a corner and tags the first hand he sees. As he slowly cranes his neck up, he and the audience alike can tell from the wild blue hair that this is most certainly not Bump Daddy J. Killa backs up a few paces but Apocalypse charges into the ring wrapping a hand around his throat and chokeslamming Thrill Killa into the mat.
BS: Good Lord!
GM: How's that for good sportmanship? Thrill Killa had the decency to tag in Apoc, and this is how he repays him?
Apocalypse dashes at Mayhem, but Max ducks down and backdrops Apoc into the turnbuckles, staggering him enough for Mayhem to fire off a dropkick to the face.
BS: And now, Mayhem is taking-- What's happening on the outside?
Fairhurst and Miso are walking up the ramp and Rose puts two fingers in her mouth, whistling loudly. Powers looks from Apocalypse to the women and motions to his partner. To Mayhem's and everyone else's surprise, the Dark Carnival leaves ringside and walks up the ramp without looking back.
GM: What the hell?
The ref has no choice but to eliminate The Dark Carnival, leaving The Motor City Maniacs and The Thrill Killas to duke it out.
BS: Well, with Powers and Apoc out of the game, that means the next fall wins the Number One Contendership.
Bump Daddy slides into the ring, pacing around Max Mayhem. Mayhem moves to lock up, but BDJ slides through his legs, coming up on the other side and procuring a waist-lock followed by a bridged german suplex. The ref drops to the mat and begins to count: 1...Mayhem kicks out. BDJ gets to his feet first and stuns Mayhem with a right hand before spearing him viciously.
GM: I didn't know the Thrill Killas had it in them!
Ripper Robertson gets into the ring, moving toward the two men, but the ref stops him, trying to force him out. Mayhem takes advantage of the situation by nailing Bump Daddy in the jewels.
BS: Low blow from Mayhem! The Maniacs are cheating!
GM: Hey, they're doing what it takes to win.
His job complete, Robertson amicably leaves the ring, and the ref turns back to the action as Mayhem locks on his finisher, the double-arm bar submission.
GM: The Straight Jacket!
Bump Daddy fights valiently against the hold,
but in the end, he is forced to surrender.
WINNERS: The Motor City Maniacs
{Suddenly, Living Color's "What's Your Favorite Color, Baby?" begins to play and two men jump out of the crowd and go after the Motor City Maniacs.}
BS: What the hell?! That's True Living Colors!
GM: What are they doing here?! They're under contract to Dupree's promotion, not SSN!
BS: They're scheduled to meet the Maniacs at the upcoming NthWA pay-per-view, but apparently they aren't going to wait that long!
GM: This is outrageous!
{TLC whack both members of the Maniacs with chairs as the Thrill Killas roll out of the ring with looks on confusion on their faces. They're quickly ushered to the back by security. Ripper and Max go down. R. James Phillips enters the ring but is taken out by a spear/strong lariat attack by White and Black. TLC then grab Max Mayhem and execute their Artists Touch (flapjack/face crusher combo) on him. With all three men down and out, TLC roll out of the ring and head to the announce table.)
BS: I don't like the looks of this.
GM: What are they gonna do?!
{Mr. Black grabs a microphone.}
MB: Hello, boys! TLC is in the house tonight, and just like a few moments ago, we're taking the Motor City Maniacs OUT at Chaos Across The Pacific. But right now, we've got something else we want to do, and that's takeover the announcing for the duration of this shindig right here!
MW: And there's two things you punks can do about it: NOTHING AND LIKE IT!
BS: Well...I happen to think that some people might have something to say about that.
MB: Oh really? Like who?
GM: Like them!
{TLC turn around to find the Maniacs standing behind them holding the chairs they were attacked with. They bring the chairs crashing down on TLC's heads with a pair of loud *THWACKS*. Ripper and Mayhem then drag Mr. Black to his feet and put him thru the announce table with their Dead On Arrival maneuver.}
BS: Good God!
GM: They destroyed our table!
BS: They also saved our necks!
{Ripper grabs a microphone.}
R: That's just a preview of what's gonna happen in Japan, you sorry sons of bitches!
{Ripper throws down the microphone and he and Max Mayhem help R. James Phillips to the back. EMTs and security come to take care of TLC, who are still down and out.}
BS: Fans, I know things seem out of control, but something's going on backstage! Let's get a camera back there!
{The scene shifts to find Miso, Fairhurst, Powers, and Apocalypse running down a hall. They come to a stop and the camera pans over to find Erik Zieba sitting on the floor, holding his side.}
KP: What happened, EZ??
EZ: Damn, my ribs... The deal has gone through, guys.
AP: The de... It has?
EZ: Yeah, that's why I'm here. It's about to go down tonight. True Living Colors found out and showed up here.
{The Motor City Maniacs, showing signs of being attacked a few moments ago, walk into the scene.}
R: Guys, what happened? Why'd you leave the match? And how did TLC get into the building?
EZ: The deal's gone through guys.
MM: Seriously?
EZ: Yeah, it's gonna happen.
RJP: I'll be damned...
{Fade out.}